Ferro considered the colonel's choice a tactical mistake."Please, tell what led you to create these radical designs," Colonel Higgens requested.Ferro ...rought up an image of the first fighter ship and began his presentation. The colonel remained silent as Ferro spoke and the man took no notes on his computer. For Ferro, the talk was very different from his recent design presentations. There was no interaction.The colonel asked another question and Ferro launched into another presentation. Again. Wearing a heavy lined knee length suede coat. scarf and gloves, i was soaked with snow as I entered the building. i rushed up to my desk, and quickly clocked in. taking off my outer wear, i layed my purse on the desk. my phone started to ring, i picked it up, and pressed it to my ear. "Jayd and associates, how may i help you?" there was a pause, then a very deep throaty voice came onto the line. "I am calling to verify my appointment, for today at 10" the caller stated. amazed. They both laughed at one another. They were sitting at Stan’s breakfast bar drinking coffee. Denise had brought in some cereal, and they were both eating a bowlful. Last night had been, well, tiring for Stan, but enormous fun and yet deeply emotional, too. Denise had been hurting, and Stan had done his best to relieve that hurt. He grinned. He thought he’d relieved it multiple times… But now they had to go to work. Stan got up, grabbed the bowls, cups and cutlery and quickly washed them up.. ”“The person in twelfth place and leaving tonight is ... Brad Hayward!”Gasps and cries of shock filtered through the theatre, most everyone was certain Brad would be in the top ten. The judges also looked at the other with disbelief expressions. Sebastian shook Brad’s hand.Abby’s face had a blank stare, “I’m so sorry, my love.”“It’s okay, Abby. You’re a better singer than I am,” Brad said hugging her then moved to the side of the stage to await Abby’s fate.“And now, with only twelve votes.